The Herbert Hoover National Historic Site buildings and grounds in West Branch, Iowa, are preserved by the National Park Service to commemorate the life of the 31st President of the United States. The site is also known as Herbert Hoover Birthplace. It includes the small cottage where Herbert Hoover was born in 1874, a blacksmith shop similar to the one owned by his father, the first West Branch schoolhouse, and the Quaker meetinghouse where the Hoover family worshipped. Also located on the grounds are the Herbert Hoover Presidential Library and Museum, the gravesites of Hoover and his wife, First Lady Lou Henry Hoover, and an 81-acre (33 ha) tallgrass prairie.
As Herbert Hoover Birthplace, the site was declared a National Historic Landmark on June 23, 1965.
The National Historic Site was established on August 12, 1965.
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